Confession: I think I may start pouting. And maybe cry a little. I may even flail my arms. That's right, flail. And do you know why? It's because I am not finished with summer. Not one little bit.
When I was little and didn't get my way, I would hold my breath and pass out. The first time it happened, my mom nearly had a heart attack. The second time I did it, she rolled her eyes and continued with what she was doing. Apparently it didn't have the effect I wanted it to.
Regardless, I almost feel like holding my breath right now in protest of the changing seasons. It might not be the most mature thing to do but I bet it would add a little excitement to my work day. Or get me fired. Whichever.
The problem is that I am not a huge fan of autumn because it means we are only three short months from winter which is the furthest you can get from summer. And as glorious as Colorado is, I just do not enjoy only four hours of daylight each day and the rain/snow/slush/sunshine/wind/bitterly cold mix that comes with it.
I am a summer girl who lives in a state that only has three months of it. What is this world coming to?
Apparently I am going to kick and scream into September. Stand back people, and try not to be overwhelmed by my oh-so rational behavior.
Besides, sweaters and pumpkins are highly overrated.